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Martin took out the bread and munched on the fried chicken, recalling his injury and previous job as he spoke. “The house repairman owes me two weeks’ pay, and then there was this injury,” he said, trying to think of ways to make more money.,“You're the one who should be paying for applause! I always give you hundreds of millions worth of goods!” Martin said, sounding completely justified.,Maryetta was a small town in the sparsely populated southern suburbs, even in the dilapidated community of Clayton where Martin lived, every house had a small yard in front of its detached wooden dwelling.。